“Be careful,” I hissed back, but I could see by the look on her face that she was going to take my advice with a grain of salt.
~*~*~
By the time we got most of the stuff moved, it was late, I was exhausted and Sloane and Ryder had eye fucked each other way too much.
“Well, I think I’m going to head out. Unless you need anything else?” Ryder said and I knew there was a double meaning behind that.
“No, I think I can take it from here. Thanks for the help,” Lucah said, patting him on the shoulder.
“Oh, you’re welcome. Anything for my big brother,” he said with a wink at Sloane.
“Really, thank you,” I said, interrupting more eye fucking. “It was so nice to meet you.” He said good-bye and I think Lucah breathed a sigh of relief when he was gone.
“Oh my GOD,” Sloane said, slumping against the kitchen counter. “That is your brother? Holy hell.” She fanned herself and Lucah shook his head.
“I told you. I told you. I told you,” I said to him. “There’s no stopping it now.”
“It was bound to happen eventually. No sense putting it off any more.” He shrugged and went to the fridge to grab a beer.
“Oh, you like beer now?” I said as he popped it open.
“Sometimes in life, you just need a beer. This is one of those times.” He sighed and went to sit on the couch.
I sat next to him, putting my head on his shoulder.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” He gave me a tired smile and I kissed him on the cheek.
“We’re moving in together. We need to buy furniture. Aren’t you excited about that?” I said.
Finally he really did smile. Sloane skipped off to her room to give us some privacy.
“Buying furniture. That’s a big step. You ready for chairs and ottomans and maybe even a few lamps?”
“I don’t know. Ottomans are pretty serious.” He leaned his face forward and I knew what kissing him would lead to, even though we were both gross from moving stuff and exhausted and I had to work the next day.
“There’s only one piece of furniture I want to talk about right now and that’s your bed,” he said, getting up and pulling me up after him as he lead me toward the bedroom.
“Hm, I’m not sure if I know what you’re talking about. You’ll have to show me.”
“Oh, I will show you how best to use a bed, Miss Clarke.”
“Looking forward to it, Mr. Blythe.”
~*~*~
The next week the hours when I wasn’t at work were spent with Lucah buying furniture and moving furniture and boxes, boxes, boxes.
And any other time I had free from that was spent with Sloane. I was literally moving a hallway away, but I felt like we weren’t going to have as much girl time now that I was living with Lucah.
“So is he just going to be a bum now?” Sloane said on Thursday night when Lucah was out getting groceries.
“No, he is not going to be a bum. He’s looking for a job. His actual résumé is pretty impressive, so I think he’ll be fine.” I wasn’t worried at all.
Unfortunately, I still needed an assistant. I’d had no luck finding anyone and with the recent scandal at Clarke Enterprises, the qualified applicants were even fewer than before. I’d called a few people in for interviews, but no one seemed right. I’d have to try again with an advertisement and hope for the best. I fucking needed an assistant.
I didn’t ask Sloane about Ryder. He’d been back once more, and I’d caught them talking, but Sloane hadn’t said anything about him, which meant that she really, really liked him.